Sitting Alone On Kay's Empty Bench Poem by David McLansky

Sitting Alone On Kay's Empty Bench



I sit upon Kay’s empty bench
And recite Villon in ancient French;
“But where are the snows of yesteryear? ”
Absorbed in the ground with my wet tears.

Monday, September 30, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: tears
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